Monster

im RFG Osama B but MBS its all the same i admit that ian shit she like damn friend why you so fake? and thats cuz im on a mission i want all my opps in graves better shoot till it start clicking i dont want that nigga greased and thats on gang mac eleven came wit the dark chain and its free all of my enemies thats locked up in that cage i cant wait wait till yall get out go on they block and celebrate wanted to hoop put that shit up now i boonk gats like circle k fuck how you feel fuck what you heard im sucka proof dont fuck wit nerds RFG that be the gang rose from the grave bitch we can purge fuck what you claim and what you bang no second guess i upped a bird my sniper line you we gon find you out the roof i say a word cant speak on demos might get booked stuff thirty in this dirty drac otg luh alan b my two six grapehead from the grape chase down gang we chasin shit so tell them niggas not to play fuck around and kill my patna i know all these niggas fake she like me i beat it up fuck from the back pull out her lace and all them bitches know me im osama with a K drop the tints gone fuck him up praying a bullet hit his face crashing out like nine eleven fuck it thats my new b-day what he said i want that nigga dead ten shots went through his head seven six twos get hot as fuck this torch might perm some dreads white tee i paint it red get toasted bout the bread switch on the glock i up the block and stop i might go fed opps scared to come outside post up they never slide bounce through they cuts and smoke a dutch its up avenge yo guys mask up its time to slide they mad they patna died stuck on the pavement body shaking all his patnas cried